The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Chapter 107

BRANDON’S POV

The owner of the café was not what I expected.

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By the time Dominic and the others brought him in, I was already prepared for another liar. I figured he would be another coward trying to cover his tracks.

Instead, an old man in his eighties walked slowly into the room holding a worn cap in his hands while shaking nervously.

A small orange cat had followed him all the way to the entrance before one of my guards stopped it outside. Dominic leaned toward me slightly. “That thing almost scratched Marcus.” I ignored him and looked at the old man instead.

He looked terrified already, his eyes drifting from my face to the room. “Sit down,” I said calmly.

The old man blinked in surprise, probably expecting violence. Slowly, he sat down across from me. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Harold, sir,” he answered quietly.

“How long have you owned the café?”

“Thirty-two years.” I studied him carefully. There was no arrogance. No confidence. Just confusion and fear.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

He swallowed nervously. “No, sir.”

I leaned back slightly. “You’re here because large amounts of money passed through your café account recently.”

His brows pulled together immediately. “Money?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand.” I watched his face carefully for any sign of lying, but there was nothing.

Dominic stepped forward and dropped some documents on the table. “These transactions.”

The old man adjusted his glasses shakily and stared at the papers for a few seconds. Then confusion crossed his face again. “I didn’t do this.”

“Somebody did,” I replied calmly.

“I swear, sir, I don’t handle those things.”

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“Then who does?” I asked and he looked at me with pure terror.

“I had an accountant,” he answered quickly.

That got my attention immediately. “You had?”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

“Elliot.” Dominic immediately began typing on his tablet.

I kept my eyes on Harold. “Tell me about him.”

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The old man sighed softly. “He was just a boy honestly. Maybe twenty-four. He used to come into the café every morning because it was cheap.”

“And?”

“He told me he dropped out of college and couldn’t find work.” Harold shook his head sadly. “I felt bad for him.”

“So you hired him.”

“Yes.” He said, nodding frantically.

“To handle finances?”

The old man nodded slowly. “I’m old. Numbers confuse me these days.”

I exchanged a look with Dominic. “When did he leave?” I asked.

Harold frowned slightly while thinking. “About a month ago.”

My expression hardened immediately. “Around the same time as the accident,” Dominic muttered.

I leaned forward slowly. “Why did he quit?”

“He said he got an opportunity abroad.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes.” Harold looked nervous again. “Did he do something wrong?” I stayed silent for a moment. Then I stood up slowly and walked toward the window.

Everything was starting to connect again. The fake café transactions. The dead driver. The accountant, disappearing overseas immediately after the crash.

This was planned carefully. Very carefully. I turned back toward Harold. “You didn’t know your business was being used.”

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“No,” he answered quickly. “I swear.”

For the first time in weeks, I actually believed someone immediately. Because the old man genuinely looked heartbroken.

“I’ve spent my whole life building that café,” he said quietly. “I would never hurt anyone.”

I nodded slowly. “I know.”

Relief crossed his face instantly. Dominic looked surprised beside me. Probably because I was not yelling for once. “Take him home,” I ordered my men.

Harold blinked. “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not going to hurt me?”

“No.” The old man looked like he did not know how to react to that.

Before leaving, he stopped near the door and looked back at me carefully. “I hope whoever hurt you gets what they deserve, Sir. You don’t look like a bad person.”

My jaw tightened slightly. “So do I.”

After he left, Dominic turned toward me. “Boss?”

“Get me the café’s full financial records.” A few minutes later, we were going through every transaction connected to the account. Most of it looked normal at first.

Small payments. Coffee sales. Supply expenses.

Then we found it. The transfer. It was large, clean and hidden between multiple smaller transactions.

Dominic frowned immediately. “This account…”

“What about it?”

He zoomed in further before looking back at me slowly.

“It belongs to Victor Morelli.” My expression darkened instantly. Aria’s uncle. The same man currently controlling her father’s company.

For a moment, the room became completely silent. Then I leaned back slowly in my chair. “Well,” I muttered quietly. “That explains a lot.”

Dominic stared at me carefully. “You think he ordered the hit?”

“The money came from him.”

“But why?” That was the problem. I did not know. I stood up slowly and began pacing.

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